Being Alone.
What if naked guy outside Rory's room was none other than Tristan?? TRORY
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls show, or the people on it... trust me there would be a lot more Tristan if I did :) I don't own Disney movies (well, maybe on VHS) but I love them so you might find some quotes in this.
Author's Note: OK... I'm pretty sure I've bumped into this idea before... at least once, but I can't remember the actual story, so I'm just gonna say I'm sorry to whoever wrote it if mine happens to be like yours. I would also like to warn you that this is my first fan-fic ever. Enjoy!
Paring: Rory/Tristan
She rested her head in his shoulder and he placed his arm in hers. They stayed like that for half an hour till Rory sat up and looked at him, she then looked at her hands.
"He came back." She said without looking at him.
"I know."
"He fled every time we met as if he was the one hurt." Tristan rubbed her arm trying to sooth her and, at the same time, let her know he was there for her.
"And then once, I ran before him. I told him he didn´t get to leave this time. And he said he wanted to talk to me..." She was silent for a second and then she went on. "He told me he loved me." Tristan´s heart sank. That was it, it was obvious she would go back to him... she loved him. She sighted. "And then he left once more."
"He did what?"
"He left."
"But he said he loves you."
"I know."
"Do you?"
"Do I what?" She said looking at him.
"Love him?" There... he had asked what he dare not know, what she would not answer.
She sighted once more and faced the screen. "I don´t know." She said. "I thought I did. I thought I loved him still. But when he said it... I just couldn´t say it back."
"That´s because he left." He said trying to hide his bitterness.
"Yeah, I guess you are right." She sounded lost, as if she wasn´t sure that that had been the reason she hadn´t said it back. Maybe he still had a chance.
"Ror... it´s obvious that you have something to work out here. And as your friend I should help you, but I believe this time you need to figure it out by yourself. All I can do, if you let me, is make you forget, just for tonight, that there is something bothering you. Will you let me try?" And maybe, just maybe, I´ll make you forget for ever.
"Haven´t you learn the rules yet." She asked. "No talking in movie night." She said with a smile. He smiled and nodded and they got back to watching the movie.
When the movie was over, Tristan got up to stop the projector, turn on the lights and close the curtain. Once Rory was out of the room he turned them down again. They met at the hall, grab all the empty bags of junk food and headed out.
"So, there´s this really cool bad playing at Tekila. They do covers mostly, but they´ve chosen pretty good songs. What do you say?"
"I don´t know... I should get back already."
"C´mon. Please..." He was about to go to the Pretty-please face.
"OK. But only for a while."
"Yes, my lady."
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They had been there for about half an hour, and Rory had to admit the band was really good. Of course none of the songs were theirs, but just as Tristan had said, they had an amazing taste. The singer announced that the following would be their last song and they started playing.
"Would you like to dance?" Asked Tristan. The song wasn´t particularly slow but there was no other way to do it than slow dancing.
"I´m not much of a dancer." She lied.
"Hey, it´s the last song... and you know what they say."
"Not really."
"You can´t go to a music show and not dance a song. The Gods of music may frown upon you and the you´ll be haunted by the Spice Girls for the rest of your life." Rory laugh but eventually gave up.
They started dancing miles away from each other, but as the familiarity of the other kicked in they got closer and closer, till Rory's head was resting in his chest. One of his arms circling her waist and the other holding her hand; close to his chest. Tristan began to hum the song softly, as if unaware of his actions. The sound of him, calming Rory. She closed her eyes and for a moment truly forgot about the world surrounding them. As the band started playing the chorus time and time again, announcing the end of the song, Tristan changed his humming into actual singing.
"You´ve already won me over in spite of me,
and don´t be alarmed if I fall head over feet.
And don´t be surprised if I love you, for all that you are.
I couldn´t help it, it´s all your fault... I couldn´t help it, it´s all your fault."
Rory was shocked. She knew he was just singing along, but she had this feeling she couldn´t shake off that he meant every word he had said. They didn´t talk, it was like a spell had fallen upon them yet, the silence wasn´t awkward or tense. He placed his hand in the bottom of her back and lead her to the car. They stayed that way till they got to the parking lot at Yale; by then it had started raining.
"So, are you ready to run?" Asked Tristan.
"I told you... I don´t run."
"OK... walk fast then." She giggled.
"Yeah... I guess I should. You on the other hand, should stay here, there is no point in you getting wet just to walk me to my door. I can make my way from here." She said.
"And what would that make of me? I´ve been brought up to be a gentlemen, and thought I forgot half of my manners in military school, I will not let you walk back alone. That is in MY book."
"In the count of 3 then?"
And they were off. It wasn´t that long to Rory´s dorm but they still got pretty wet. Trying to avoid a puddle of water, Tristan landed fully on top of a bigger one. Rory couldn´t help but laugh. They made it to the door without any other trouble and Rory leaned back into the wall to catch her breath while Tristan stood standing as if he hadn´t exercised at all. She had her eyes closed and a sting of hair across her face, that had fallen out of her pony tail, some drops of rain still resting in her lips. The sight of her like that was more than what Tristan could handle and against his better judgment he brought his hand to her face and fixed the messy hair behind her ear, resting his hand there a second to much longer than necessary. Rory opened her eyes and looked at him. They stared at each other for what must have been an eternity, before Tristan decided to ignore his sanity again and take a step closer to kiss her. He thought it would be pointless anyways, she was gonna pull away anytime now. But she wasn´t moving, there was no frantic look for keys, no rushed Goodbyes, no terror in her stare. He leaned a little bit closer and right there, and plotted by the evil gods of fate Rory´s cel rang. It took her a while to come back to herself, find the damned thing and answer it.
"Hello?" she said looking down.
"How dare you leave me alone with my parents and then not even answer your phone!"
"Well, hello to you too mother." Tristan knew this as he´s cue to leave. He kissed her forehead and walked away.
"Don´t get that tone with me young missy...." Lorelai kept on rambling and Rory tried to listen but all she could do was stare at Tristan´s back. She looked at the empty space he had fill seconds ago for a few moments before reaching for her keys, opening the door and actually try to listen to her mother´s complains.
Second Disclaimer: The song Tristan sings, "Head over feet" by Allanis Morrisset.